RAZA
Between Ray’s claw-paw combo and Raza’s trident, the two of ‘em manage to cut a wide swathe around the Hanged Man. Oh, sure, the men on the roof above manage to squeeze out minimal effort by throwin’ rocks at some stray gourds that manage to get past ‘em, but the majority of the work is done by the two Torchers on the ground.
Typical, ain’t it?
Her arms burn by the time the horde passes, sweat coatin’ her arms an’ tricklin’ down between her tits. There’s even a couple of bites at her ankles - they ain’t too bad, but they do sting. Raza sighs, audibly tired. An’ thirsty. Really fuckin’ thirsty. Sparin’ a glance towards the panther, she leans on the trident’s handle and offers aloud. “I don’t know ‘bout you, but I need a fuckin’ drink. Water. Then the hard stuff.”
{sorry for the delay!}
Typical, ain’t it?
Her arms burn by the time the horde passes, sweat coatin’ her arms an’ tricklin’ down between her tits. There’s even a couple of bites at her ankles - they ain’t too bad, but they do sting. Raza sighs, audibly tired. An’ thirsty. Really fuckin’ thirsty. Sparin’ a glance towards the panther, she leans on the trident’s handle and offers aloud. “I don’t know ‘bout you, but I need a fuckin’ drink. Water. Then the hard stuff.”
{sorry for the delay!}
she's got a real quick trigger and some new demands
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